Page 90 of Property of Stone
“Not funny.”
“Ain’t tryin’ to make you laugh. Prefer to make you come.”
She stretched like one of the stray cats hanging around The Castle and released a long moan.
At least she didn’t scream at him to fuck off. Or shove him off. Or punch him in the nuts. He took those as good signs his ass wasn’t going to get kicked out of her bed.Hisbed.
“Where’s Wren?”
“Asleep on the top bunk in Sunny’s room.”
“When he wakes up, he’s not going to know where he is.”
“Kid’s smart enough to figure it out.”
“I’m not sure I want him sleeping in there.”
“Damn sure I don’t want him sleepin’ in here.” He’d normally inform her that it was his bed and that meant his rules. One of those rules being no kids sharing his bed. But he’d keep that shit to himself for now since he didn’t want to risk Taryn kicking his ass out of his own bed.
He straddled her hips once she rolled over, her blue eyes blinking up at him. He grinned down at her when she checked out his hard-to-miss erection.
Her eyes went from sleepy to heated in an instant. “You could poke an eye out with that.”
“Gonna take that as you sayin’ I’m huge.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“That’s what I heard.” Squeezing the tip, he milked a bead of precum as proof of the effect she had on him. “This is all for you.”
“Does it come with a return receipt?”
He snorted. “Final sale. No returns.”
“I don’t even get to test it before I buy?”
“Got to test drive my cock the other night.”
“Did I? I don’t remember.” Even though her expression remained the same, the corners of her eyes wrinkled.
He played along. “Damn! You sayin’ fuckin’ me is forgettable? Guess I gotta change up some things and tweak my performance.”
“How will you do that?”
“Ain’t gonna tell you, just gonna show you.” It was time to get serious. “I want you naked.”
“I’d say the same if you already hadn’t taken it upon yourself to do so,” she countered with her eyes flashing. Hunger and determination filled them.
“Guess you wanna get lucky tonight.” No luck needed.
“I figured it wasyougetting lucky.”
He couldn’t argue that so he didn’t. Instead, he climbed off her and offered her a hand. “Sit up.”
Once she clasped it, he pulled her upright. He then peeled off her tank top, exposing her tits and hard-as-fuck nipples, and tossed it over his shoulder, not giving a shit where it landed. He shimmied her underwear down her legs, tossing them somewhere behind him, too.
No need for those.
Now all of her smooth skin and every damn curve was exposed, calling to him. Including the dark-blonde patch of hair at the top of her cunt. He wanted to jam his nose deep and simply inhale her scent.
